The Wanderer

The glowing moon lights the world around me, as I am once again left alone with nothing but the now distant memories drifting through my mind. The dimly lit stars that glitter across the cold night’s sky being my only guide, to another distant town in another distant time, only to leave again before the sun rises above the horizon. But this how it is, how it’s always been and how it must be, I find little solace in this. Every day is the same, just in a different setting, I descend upon the people and I sow the seeds of hatred and discord until all that’s left are cold ashes. I leave behind an endless trail of fallen thrones and broken lovers, my work can be seen all around you, and it echoes through time, each thing leads to another, all part of an intricate web of causality, spun by god or gods depending on who you ask, I no longer concern myself with the identity of those who have cursed me, such thoughts make my journey feel longer.
I can only dream of freedom but even in my dreams I am never truly free, because sleep is only temporary, we must all wake sometime. I can feel the weight of the world holding me down as I drag myself forward towards another destination, I can feel it restraining me, but I stopped resisting a long time ago. I force myself forward towards the distant horizon, each step is followed by pure agony but I cannot stop, I will not stop because from this sadness and hate I grow, learn, and the more pain I feel the more I see, perhaps one day I can see beyond this pitiful existence, into a new horizon, and a new day, but these are ramblings of a madman.

Yet, I don’t think it wasn’t always like this, from time to time I get a glimmer of the long dead past in my dreams, yet, it always seems so distant, like looking through a window, but the thoughts of such things brings bitter tears to my tired, bloodshot eyes. Sometimes I can hear eerie laughter in the distance; it almost brings a smile to my face. I can smell the air, heavy and thick with the sweet smell of possibility and new life, the glow of the glistening blue sky almost shimmering, with shifting clouds leaving dancing shadows upon the green treetops.  The air is so warm and hugs my body, wrapping me in a refreshing embrace. This is the little piece of me that brings me hope, knowledge of what was once a better time, but sometimes I wonder if any of this is real, am I just dreaming.  And then the night returns, and the warm air dies and is usurped by the frigid cold. The sky becomes consumed by the darkness of night and the clouds dissipate as if trying to escape from what was to come. The treetops become imprisoned in a dark tomb of white frost and the warming sun becomes consumed by the glowing moon. This is my reality now.

The only sense of community I find are those who walk my path, from time to time I lift my weary eyes to find a pair staring back at me, but we are too often stunned by fear and hatred to go beyond silent stares. But this seemed to change when I crossed a man far braver then I. He had bright blue, almost glowing eyes; his hair was shrouded by a deep blue hood loosely sown to a long bright blue robe. He carried with him a long wooden staff at the top rested a beautiful red gem, it burned a rich and deep crimson that glowed like a fire, it was unlike anything I have ever seen. He suddenly turned to me with his eyes and smiled, this left me with a sense of shock and wonder as he opened his mouth, and for the first time in what seems like an eternity, I hear a voice other the my own, “Greetings wanderer” he said with a deep booming voice that echoed through deep and distant forest, “I must hurry for we have little time to speak” I stared back in silence and disbelief as he went on “I know who you are… and so do you, I believe” I struggled to speak but the only thing that came out was “how?” he smiled, and said “ in the realm of dreams lies to truth, remember it is easier to be afraid, to be controlled, to be a puppet, then it is to know the truth, so question them, question yourself, for only the truth can set you free.” And with that he slipped into the twisted shadows of the forest. His words seem to echo in the clouds like thunder. These worlds fill my heart with a feeling of possibility and reassurance, do my dreams truly hold the key to my freedom or was the stranger just another dream, and yet his words seem to reinforce my hopes, I must keep searching for the truth.

The day I find this truth will be the day I will be free from my eternal binds. I lift my eyes forward at the liberation of this new epiphany and my soul fills the bliss of hope long since dead, and the world seems lighter now, illuminated by the spark of possibility, I turn my eyes to the sky and the refreshing warmth of the sun descend upon the horizon as the sky ignites to a mesmerising blue I thought was long since dead, a smile stretches across my weary face as I look to what lies ahead as the happiness of my freedom turns to hate for those who imprisoned me. The sky seems new, clean, with a burning sense of possibility for I can see myself becoming what I once fought. But now I stand before a rising sun, freed by the knowledge that defiance holds, shattered chains lay by my broken and bloodied feet. I no longer follow the stars and moon but I walk my own path towards a new horizon, the path of vengeance, for only then can I truly be free. So I will do what I have always done, I will sow the seeds of change and destruction. I will watch the heavens burn; with defiance as my sword and knowledge as my shield I will liberate the hands of fate. By the power of my knowledge, gods will fall. The world will be born anew. I turn my eyes to the dark horizon ahead, and think about all that I have learned.